He looked at me.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
I had not seen him in almost two years.
He was seventy-four now.
Thinner.
White-haired.
Still wearing the same old-fashioned three-piece suits he had worn throughout his accounting career.
He took the oath.
Grace established his role as trustee.
Then asked, “Mr. Bennett, after reviewing the documents in this case, did you discover anything unusual?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
Samuel looked toward Victor.
“In 2013, shortly after Claire’s accident, I received a letter.”
Victor suddenly stopped moving.
Grace displayed it.
The letter claimed Claire had voluntarily transferred her shares to Victor and requested release of the trust restrictions.
The signature at the bottom was mine.
Another forgery.
Samuel said, “I rejected it.”
My mouth fell open.
“You rejected it?”
He looked at me.
“Yes.”
“Then why didn’t I know?”
Pain crossed his face.
“Because Victor called me.”
Every head turned.
Samuel continued.
“He said you were emotionally unstable after the accident.”
